The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 16 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Sir, the King greets you, and commands you effect His will in this you know the Character. My good Lord martial you are welcome hither, These Lines I kiss because they came from him. You'll like the letter better than the style: Ha, change your face? is your blood moved to the tide, Or ebbs it to your heart? Thou hast two Daughters, Fair by report her whom thou lov'st best Send to the Court it is thy king's behest, Do this on thy allegiance, Sir your Answer? I pray Sir deal with men in misery Like one that may himself be miserable: Insult not too much upon men distressed, Play not too much upon my wretchedness; The noble minds still will not when they can. I cannot stay for answer pray be brief. You are more welcome than your message Sir, And yet that's welcome coming from my King; Pray Sir forbear me, 'tis the king's command, And you shall know mine answer instantly Receive him nobly. I shall wait your pleasure. Malice, revenge, displeasure envy, hate, I had thought that you had only dwelled at Court, And that the Country had been clear and free: But from king's wraths no place I find is safe My fairest daughter? had the King commanded One of my hands, I had sent it willingly; But her! yet Kings must not be dallied with, Somewhat I must resolve to breed of force Treason or to my blood, or to my King, False Father or false or Subject I must prove, Be true to him I serve other I love, Somewhat I must: my Daughters, call them in: Leave them and us. Ladies I must be blunt, the King's displeased And hearing of two children whom I love, My patience and my loyalty to try, Commands that she whom I love best must die. Die? 'las chat's nothing; must nor all men so? And doth not Heaven crown martyred innocence? I was afraid my Lord the King had seen To have strumpeted the fairest for of oft your blood: An innocent death my Lord is crown of rest, Then let me die as her whom you love best. If but to die, prove that you love me then; Death were most welcome to confirm your love. Alas my Sister she: hath not the heart To look upon a rough Tormenter's face: I am bold and constant, and my courage great; As token of your love then point out me. Alas my girl for greater ills prepare, Death would end yours and somewhat ease my sorrows: What I must speak, contains heaven's greatest curse, Search all the world, you can find nought so ill. Speak't at once. Her whom I best affect. The King intends to strumpet. Bless me Heaven! Should he, By all my joys I'll sooner die Than suffer it. And so by Heaven will I.
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Sir, the King greets you, and commands you effect His will in this you know the Character. My good Lord Martiall you are welcome hither, These Lines I kisse because they came from him. You'le like the letter better than the style: Ha, change your face? is your blood moov'd to the tyde, Or ebbes it to your heart? Thou hast two Daughters, Faire by report her whom thou lov'st bst Send to the Court it is thy Kings behest, Doe this on thy allegeance, Sir your Answer? I pray Sir deale with men in isery Like one that may himself be miserable: Insult not too much upon men distrest, Play not too much upon my wretchednesse; The noble minds still will not when they can. I cannot st for answer pray be briefe. You are more welcome than your message Sir, And yet that's welcome comming from my King; Pray Sir forbeare me, 'tis the Kings command, And you shall know mine answer instantly Receive him nobly. I shall waite your pleasure. Malice, revenge, displeasure envy, hae, I had thought that you had onely dwelt at Court, And that the Countrey had beene cleere and free: But from Kings wraths no place I finde is safe My fairest daughter? had the King commanded One of my hands, I had sent it willingly; But her! yet Kings must not be dald with, Somewhat I must esolve to breed of force Treason or to my blood, or to my King, False Father or false or Subject I must proove, Be true to hm I serve oher I love, Somewhat I must: my Daughrs, call them in: Leave them and us. Ladies I must be blunt, the King's displeas'd And hearing of two children whom I love, My patience and my loyalty to try, Commands that she whom I love best must dye. Dye? 'las chat's nothing; must nor all men so? And doth not Heaven crowne martyr'd innocence? I was affraid my Lord the King had sene To have strumpetted the for oft of your blood: An innocent death my Lord is crowne of rest, Then let me dye as her whom you love best. If but to dye, prove that you love me then; Death were mot welcome to confirme your love. Alas my Sister she: hath not the heart To looke upon a rough To face: I am bold and contant, and my courage great; As token of your love then point out me. Alas my girl for greater ills prepare, Death would end yours and somewhat my sorrows: What I must spe ke, containes avens greatest curse, Search all the world, you can finde nought so ill. Speak't at once. Her whom I best affect. The King intends to strumpet. Blesse me Heaven! Should he, By all my joyes I'le sooner dye Then suffer it. And so by Heaven will I.